Your first assignment as an investigator should be a walk in the park. Welcome to the rain-soaked streets where ruthless gangsters and fire-and-brimstone zealots wage a shadow war for the city’s soul.
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As a new member of the very reputable investigation firm, Graves Inc, one would assume your first assignment should be a walk in the park. Right? Welcome to the rain-soaked streets where ruthless gangsters and fire-and-brimstone zealots wage a shadow war for the city’s soul.
Ekkoloid pirates are attacking a freighter with desperately needed medical supplies for the system. Pilot the Blue Beetle and man the guns to protect the freighter and send the pirates to oblivion.
There should be great salvage to be found in the wrecked starship, Black Nebula. Rumors of something dark in the heart of the wreck has kept this claim undisturbed.
Capylandia is drying up, and predators are moving closer than ever before. Chosen by the elders, you and the other most bravest capybaras must journey beyond familiar grasslands to secure a new home.
Your team of agents have been tasked with rescue a group of missionaries lost in a remote jungle. Did these messengers of peace fall victim to the ancient, blood-stained rites of a pagan tribe?
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Your blessed team of agents have been tasked with rescue a group of missionaries lost in a remote jungle. The question hangs in the air like a fever: Did these messengers of peace fall victim to the ancient, blood-stained rites of a pagan tribe?
You are a Horde Hunter. Sick of being afraid, you take the fight to the zombies. This time, you’ve decided the best plan of attack is a truck full of explosives and absolute, reckless tenacity.
The old world died in a roar of fire, leaving behind a jagged landscape of rusted hulks where the only thing faster than the bullets is the war-rigs screaming across the dunes.
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Surviving the wasteland is hard. Thriving is a death sentence. The old world died in a roar of fire, leaving behind a jagged landscape of rusted hulks and salt-blasted deserts. Water is currency, chrome is god, and the only thing faster than the bullets is the war rigs screaming across the dunes.